| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| N.I.M
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| Oh
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| N.I.M
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| Oh
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| I said, «Come on kids, grab my hand let me take you there.»
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| I’ll be the god, show you how we all escape from here
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| I fear nothing when there’s nothing to fear
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| When I erupt yo I can see out how they scared
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| I appear and then they’re not aware of it
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| Children, they don’t understand this
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| Somehow I knew it wasn’t me but God planned this
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| I ramshackle whatever come up against me
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| And niggas is merely a target for clips to empty
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| I’m deadly
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| He spit atomically, moving astonishing off of my death bed, alive again
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| Riding in
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| What can they do? |
| I’m too nice with mines
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| This newest weapon here that Mic design
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| Flawless, repping the streets where niggas moves are lawless
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| You in need of a shock now the game is dormant
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| Off an dying a death of torment
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| I got this now
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| No need to worry, who could stop this now?
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| My name’s…
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| N.I.M
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| Oh
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| To all my niggas in the struggle put your guns up
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| N.I.M
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| Oh
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| To all my bitches in the struggle get your one’s up
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| What y’all crave?
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| Children it’s all in me
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| I’m All-City and every thug in the world’s with me
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| I eat pain whole, swallow my struggle and this is nothing
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| Still continue to roll
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| Still crushing 'em hard
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| Epitomizing what you love from a star
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| Do with niggas and he don’t give a fuck who you are
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| What I am is Armageddon of rap
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| This for my niggas moving uptown and back and flipping from that
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| He’s never fake with it
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| I’m just a legend of rhyme and getting cake with it
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| I move something you amateurs haven’t developed
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| The Mic’s inside of his zone, his eyes can tell it
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| bang to this
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| Resurrected as hard as I go at it, but niggas gotta respect it
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| Let me come through, won you, save the game
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| I’m Denzel and this is Training Day
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| I’m only warming up
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| Wait till I’m formed to a perfect mic
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| Where anything that I drop is right
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| I’m like
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| Kobe and Shaq coming together to win
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| With bars that break your leg, erase your chin
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| Rebellious, my mind’s developed, light your L up
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| I was dropped down to Hell, reverse then fell up
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| They said I couldn’t make noise again
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| Them niggas never believed
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| There’s more to Mic than what you niggas can see
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| Now check it
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| When I combine with the beat it’s finished
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| The X6 gray drop, soon to see me in it
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| Children, you let 'em come through, save the day
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| I’ll bare your cross then take away your pains
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| I was made to slay
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| There’s enough of Mic and never see you through
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| All you gotta do is reach, let 'em free you too
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| Ferocious, don’t let me beat your brain the fuck outta focus
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| Tell 'em I’m nice as Hell, I know this
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| Oh yes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.I.C. , by - Mic Geronimo. Song from the album Long Road Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп